August 4th 2016

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late
····summer—night falling from the hemlock
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·ate
Can any season compare to the summers of childhood? There was always something made it hard to sleep—the warmth, the noise of insects, the barking of distant dogs, familiar voices just beyond the bedroom door or window.
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just
····beyond a bend in the road—the evening
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272 August 4th 2016 | bottlecap
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